βLadies & Gentleman I present βYear Of The Penβ The Tracklist . A painting of words , An album i deeply love, an album that defines consistency, agility and the beauty of patience.
This Friday. We go live.
Bro to Bro
1. Quit porn
2. Replace your worn-out boxers
3. Get a haircut every 2 weeks
4. Shower twice daily
5. Own a few quality polos and button-down shirts
6. Have at least 5 pairs of footwear for different occasions
7. Own at least 2 good perfumes, if you can afford it, invest in 1 quality designer fragrance
8. Use a roll-on deodorant (not antiperspirant)
9. Drink a glass of water first thing in the morning and do a few push-ups
10. Brush your teeth twice a day and clean your tongue before retiring for the day
11. Use the restroom before leaving the house
12. Dress well no matter where youβre going
13. Above all, love God
Men,
One day, your son will stand where you stand today,
β’ Paying bills
β’ Carrying burdens
β’ Murmuring alone
That is when he will finally understand the price a father pays when sacrificing himself for the family.
It is not in vain.
Work!
#MasculinitySaturday
GOD BLESS YOU SIR π«΅π»π«‘
My respect 96 years .
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AMERICAN MADE .
The GOAT !!
Clint Eastwood Said Something About Getting Old That Stopped Me Cold.
Aging is not gentle.
You are still here. Still present. Still watching the world move. But the body that carried you through everything - the wars, the work, the wildness of youth - begins to ask for more than you can give it. Joints that never complained now speak up in the morning. Eyes that once took in everything now flinch at the light. Breathing, which never required a single thought, starts needing little pauses.
But none of that is the hardest part.
The hardest part is the quiet.
At a certain age, you reach for the phone and remember there is no one left to call.
The people who knew you when you were young - who remembered the same summers, the same streets, the same faces
- are gone. One by one, then all at once, until the memories you carry have no one left to share them with.
So you tell the stories anyway.
To whoever will listen. With a little more color than perhaps the truth deserves. With a touch of pride you've earned and a grief you don't always name. You know the person across from you wasn't there. You know they can't quite feel it the way you do.
But you tell them. Because the telling is the holding on.
Those stories are not just memories. They are the proof that a life was lived. That people were loved. That things mattered.
And if no one asks for them - you offer them anyway, quietly, like setting something down on a table and hoping someone picks it up.
Old age is not simply what happens to a face or a body.
It is memory looking for a place to rest.
And what an older person needs - more than advice, more than solutions, more than someone telling them how to feel - is simply someone willing to sit down, be still, and listen.
Not to fix anything.
Just to be there.
That is the whole gift. And it costs nothing.
~Wild Whispers .